Chapter 213

“Cillian, that’s so good,” I gasped.

I moaned as he tore his lips away and dropped his lips to my chest. I felt his tongue glide across my skin, and his head lowered until he sucked my nipple into his mouth. It was so good it was almost painful. I arched up against his mouth. Then, there was a sharp prick of sensation, and pleasure rushed through me. I shuddered and gasped, wrapping my arms around him, trying to hold him there as he sucked and thrust his hips against mine. He pulled back and thrust his hands between my thighs. My heart skipped a beat, and I started to squirm.

“Cillian,” I gasped. He covered my mouth with his hand, hushing me.

“You don’t want to draw much more attention, do you?” Cillian asked, pressing his palm against me and stroking me with his fingers. “I told you just enough, hm?”

I shuddered. What did that mean? How much was just enough? Would it be enough? I thought I heard rustling in the bushes or something nearby from the camp, but I couldn’t focus on it when he lowered his head again. I moaned against his hand. The wet sound of his fingers sliding against my soaked panties made me embarrassed. I could only close my eyes as the pleasure started to build. I gripped his arm tightly, trying to hold on. Then, I felt his fingers pushing into me. I twisted at the surging pleasure. My vision blurred a bright white. It was way more intense than before, more intense than it had been in my dream, yet it kept climbing, growing hotter and hotter.

I opened my eyes and saw Cillian looking down at me with a satisfied look on his face. There was a glint of something in his eyes that sent another jolt of excitement through me. He licked his lips as he started to move his hand. I looked down to where his hands were pushing in and out of me, having shoved my panties aside. I could see his palm grow wet in the light of the moon. I could hear the squelch of his fingers in me. My stomach clenched almost painfully at the sight and sound. I could see his erection pressing against the front of his pants, but he made no move to undo his pants.

I was screaming from how good it felt, staring up at the moon, lost and dazed, yet Cillian didn’t stop. The tremors shook me and I felt him pull his fingers out of me. I whimpered, feeling suddenly empty and reached for him. He caught my hands and turned me onto my stomach and put me on my knees, leaning over the stone. My heart lurched as I thought of Candido and that dream when he’d held me just like that. He leaned over me again, panting softly. His hand slipped between my legs again, plunging his fingers back into me and rubbing the palm of his hand against me. Then, I saw a figure walking toward us. The glint of light on his head made my heart soar.

It was Candido. It had to be. He was coming. He could see what we were doing. I bet it looked like we were having real sex from where he was. My toes curled, and the pleasure soared as I thought about him watching, getting jealous. I pressed back against Cillian as he wrapped his hand around my throat, holding me against him. His fingers thrust harder and harder as the figure came closer. He wasn’t gentle at all as he turned my head and pressed our lips together. He pulled me back against him and lifted me against his chest as he thrust against me. I was hot and embarrassed, thinking of what I must look like, yet I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop.

I wanted him to see me like this: full of desire and womanly.

My gut clenched as Cillian thrust against me. My moans were smothered by his lips as I felt that pleasure building again. I pushed my hips against his hand as he thrust another finger into me.

“That’s it. Just like that. You’re so good for me, so hot and wet.” He thrust harder. “You want more?”

“Cillian, I—”

“Answer me, princess.”

“Yes,” I moaned, barely able to recognize my own voice. I thrust my hips hard against his hand. “Yes, I want more. Please. Please, Cillian.”

I gasped, dizzy and overwhelmed. Even that dream hadn’t felt like this. I could feel every curl and flex of his fingers inside me. Every push of my hip sent sparks through me, but best of all, just imagining the way Candido had to be looking at me: eyes full of desire and wanting, jealousy about what he had been ignoring all this time, made me more excited. The pleasure was building like a great tide threatening to crash over me at any moment.

“Touch yourself,” Cillian said, guiding my hand to my breast. “And give me your mouth.”

I reached back with my other arm, unable to pull away or stop. It felt so good. I felt so much older, more mature, enjoying the way Cillian touched me, the pleasure he gave me. The pleasure I could give myself as I squeezed my breast. The heat of his body, the sound of his fingers thrusting in and out of me, made my head spin. Knowing that Candido was heading our way, watching, and maybe just so shocked to see how much of a woman I was now, was making it harder and hard to think.

Cillian caught my jaw and nipped at my lip before licking into my mouth. I could taste the blood on my lips and groaned as that connection seemed to pull tighter and tighter. The way Cillian kissed and how rough he was being with me was exciting. I felt possessed and owned, and I knew that seeing this had to show Candido that I wasn’t a kid anymore. That I was a woman. That he had to want me. The thought sent another wave of shudders through me. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to coming. Cillian clamped his hand over my mouth again and stroked harder. I went tense as the pleasure took hold of me. The rustling grew louder, closer as I started to slump back against Cillian.

I panted, shuddering in his arms. He lowered me back onto the stone. The coolness of the rock felt good against my body. He turned me over again and looked down at me.

“I think you’ve hit your limit,” he said and lowered his head. He licked the bit marks on my breasts with a slow roll of his tongue before readjusting my bra. He smirked and slipped my ruined panties down my legs. Before I could say anything, I realized that the fabric had been ripped. He tossed it aside with the ruined dress and gestured over it.

The cloth burst into flames and fizzled out, only leaving ashes behind.

“Seems like you enjoyed it quite a bit, hm?” Cillian asked with a grin. “I suppose you’ll be a bit mindful about where and how you go?”

I blinked. “I…”

My face heated with embarrassment. I was going to be walking around without any underwear under the jacket. If I wasn’t careful, everyone would see things I didn’t want them to see. He chuckled and got me back into the jacket I had been given, buttoning up carefully though his gaze never left my thighs.

“I wonder if Candido realizes how willing you are,” Cillian said and smirked up at me. “Maybe you should find him just like this.”

I blinked and looked down at my thighs. They were still slick. He wiped his hand off and turned towards the sounds I had been hearing.

“I’ll be there soon.”

I turned towards the sound and saw the figure more clearly. It wasn’t Candido but someone in a hooded cloak. I couldn’t make out who it was. Disappointment filled me. Some stranger had been there watching me. I bit my lip. It didn’t make me feel more embarrassed, but it would have been better if Candido was there.

Still, if Candido had simply watched instead of storming over to interrupt, I don’t know how I would feel.

“What?” Cillian asked. “Did you think he was watching?”

He chuckled and wiggled his eyebrows. “Did you want him to watch? To join, perhaps?”

My eyes widened and my face heated as I imagined it. To have them both touching me like that made my heart race. I clenched my thighs together. He laughed and pulled me to my feet.

“Perhaps you can convince him, smelling so needy,” Cillian grinned. “If you plan to seduce your king, I’d suggest you get a move on.”

He tipped his head in another direction that led further away from the camp.